When Vampires created a servant or even another lower-level Vampire, a deep connection always formed between them.
A binding that could not be seen, yet pulsed like a second heartbeat beneath the skin.
A pact.
It resembled the ancient hierarchy of Master and Servant, sealed by blood itself.
So when Lia offered her blood to Aether, her intention had been absolute. She wanted control. She wanted dominance.
She wanted him beneath her command, unable to resist, unable to defy, unable to even conceive the thought of harming her.
That had been the plan.
Yet...
~chu~
A shiver ran down her spine when a soft kiss brushed against her pale ankle. The sensation was delicate, almost reverent, yet it struck her nerves like lightning.
Lia's face twisted in horror even as a forbidden spark of excitement ignited deep inside her.
'What the fuck?!' she screamed inwardly. Just now... she had gotten a little excited, her body betraying her with a rush of heat.
Excitement?
